Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb! Revelation 19:9
Words: Horatius Bonar, 1855. Bonar wrote this hymn at the request of his brother, Dr. John James Bonar. Its first public appearance was in October 1855 in the author’s church. Later that year, St. Andrew’s Free Church in Greenock, Scotland, issued it in pamphlet form.
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Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.
Here would I feed upon the bread of God,
Here drink with Thee the royal wine of Heav’n;
Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.
This is the hour of banquet and of song;
This is the heavenly table spread for me;
Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong
The hallowed hour of fellowship with Thee.
Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;
The feast, tho’ not the love, is past and gone.
The bread and wine remove; but Thou art here,
Nearer than ever, still my shield and sun.
I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.
I have no wisdom save in Him who is
My wisdom and my teacher both in One;
No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise;
No teaching do I crave save Thine alone.
Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness:
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood;
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace;
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God!
I know that deadly evils compass me,
Dark perils threaten, yet I would not fear,
Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee,
Thou, O my Christ, art buckler, sword and spear.
But see, the pillar cloud is rising now,
And moving onward thro’ the desert night;
It beckons, and I follow, for I know
It leads me to the heritage of light.
Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,
The Lamb’s great bridal feast of bliss and love.